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PrintableLammastide said: I'm back in my hometown this weekend, and I decided to show my 6-year-old, a kindergarten graduate as of this week, my kindergarten and first-grade classrooms. I took her on the route I walked to school and, though we couldn't get into the building, we strolled around the playground and we peeked first into my music classroom window, then the library, then the gym, then my first grade room... and then the kindergarten room.
I'm not a particularly emotional guy, but I could have cried. Here's where it all began: Mrs. Rothman's morning K class, where I wore my blue Sesame Street jacket (with the Captain Crunch iron-on inside pocket) on the first day. Where I forced my classmates every day to act out the scenes I read in Famous Monsters of Filmland magazine.  Where my classmate Diane peed herself and would, for years, be known as "Pee-Pee Girl."  (God was good to her, though: That girl grew up to be the finest woman on Greater Cleveland's east side!!  ) And seeing my daughter there against this backdrop, I just couldn't believe that I was once that small in kindergarten! I always felt like such a big boy!
It was all so bittersweet. I hadn't a care in the world back then. And I couldn't help but think 6-year-old me would be in some ways soooo proud of 35-year-old me; and in other ways find me downright revolting. I'm not sure what to do with those feelings. Anyway (excuse my sappy BS), have any of you visited your kindergarten classroom or other nostagic places? What sort of feelings did it evoke? And would 6-year-old you like the you of today? [Edited 6/30/07 20:23pm] Lammastide, you were in Cleveland this past weekend? Too bad I was in North Carolina (I just came back today), we could have met up someplace. RIP, mom. I will forever miss and love you. | |
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Lammastide said: Anxiety said: god, no.
i went to kindergarten in a trailer. A TRAILER. 
and my kindergarten teacher was a meanie who tried to re-condition me to be right-handed without asking my parents' consent, which messed me up bigtime until my parents finally figured out what was going on and then they tore my teacher a new one. kindergarten sucked, man. fascists in a trailer. to hell with that. Fascists in a trailer... in Indiana. 
Surmounting that sort of thing is book-writing material, Anx. I bet you could make Oprah. or at least get sued by augusten burroughs | |
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psychodelicide said: Lammastide said: I'm back in my hometown this weekend, and I decided to show my 6-year-old, a kindergarten graduate as of this week, my kindergarten and first-grade classrooms. I took her on the route I walked to school and, though we couldn't get into the building, we strolled around the playground and we peeked first into my music classroom window, then the library, then the gym, then my first grade room... and then the kindergarten room.
I'm not a particularly emotional guy, but I could have cried. Here's where it all began: Mrs. Rothman's morning K class, where I wore my blue Sesame Street jacket (with the Captain Crunch iron-on inside pocket) on the first day. Where I forced my classmates every day to act out the scenes I read in Famous Monsters of Filmland magazine. Where my classmate Diane peed herself and would, for years, be known as "Pee-Pee Girl." (God was good to her, though: That girl grew up to be the finest woman on Greater Cleveland's east side!! ) And seeing my daughter there against this backdrop, I just couldn't believe that I was once that small in kindergarten! I always felt like such a big boy!
It was all so bittersweet. I hadn't a care in the world back then. And I couldn't help but think 6-year-old me would be in some ways soooo proud of 35-year-old me; and in other ways find me downright revolting. I'm not sure what to do with those feelings. Anyway (excuse my sappy BS), have any of you visited your kindergarten classroom or other nostagic places? What sort of feelings did it evoke? And would 6-year-old you like the you of today? [Edited 6/30/07 20:23pm] Lammastide, you were in Cleveland this past weekend? Too bad I was in North Carolina (I just came back today), we could have met up someplace. I'll be back in Ohio in like three weeks. Let's make a date! [Edited 7/1/07 20:19pm] Ὅσον ζῇς φαίνου
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Lammastide said: psychodelicide said: Lammastide, you were in Cleveland this past weekend? Too bad I was in North Carolina (I just came back today), we could have met up someplace. I'll be back in Ohio in like three weeks. Let's make a date! [Edited 7/1/07 20:19pm] Definitely! I would loooove to meet you, you seem like a nice person. RIP, mom. I will forever miss and love you. | |
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When I was persuing a certification in teaching a few years back, I cooped at the same school I attended (it was convenient, I live 6 blocks from where I grew up).
It's hard to not feel like a giant wherever you go. Same Disney murals as 30 years ago. The older kids still love kickball. Good luck finding a chair to sit in...and I made the mistake, on the first day, of using the 'boys' bathroom. I had little contact with kindergartens, but chose to follow an unsuspecting 'K' child during recess for an observation assignment, taking notes in one of those small voice tape recorders. Kindergarten children have more energy, are more active, than I can keep up with verbally relating. For real. "I got the devil in me, girl." - 'John the Baptist', Afghan Whigs
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